2003-03-11 || 10:26 a.m.

|| a pictoral essay, man. ||

i very much wish i had a. a camera and b. the wherewithall to have pictures cascade across this page because i would like to show you things. the way the cats are attracted to the sunny parts of carpet in the mornings. my room, all white blue and orange. the wee play refrigerator brian brought home one day (particle board and paint, drawings of eggs and meat and ice trays) with the record player resting on top framed by blue record covers and polaroids. the potted garden on the front stoop. the way our street is letting the spring in, slowly. what i see from my windows every day. candids of various crushes. lunchtime with brown paper bags and sandwiches and grass. my most amazing slide viewer (like a light box, but highly flammable and smelling of haunted plastic) complete with orphaned slides of dads and daughters.

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